So would I! But at least these can't launch me into space! Or attack you with murder robots. [ There aren't any robots around here that he can tell, anyway.

He's just stuffing the rolled up blanket under the flap of his backpack, securing it in place. ] All good! But thanks. You okay? [ With his back and all.

But he pulls one strap of his backpack through one of the arm holes in his chest plate, which isn't super comfortable, but it works. There's still buckets and such to carry after all. He picks up the half empty one now that his backpack is in place. Last glance back. He's ready to go, did they miss anything? ]